Suck (Double Dipped and Plastered Mix) Martin Atkins

Lyrics

There is no godUp in the skyTonightNo sign of heavenAnywhere in sightAll that was true Is left behindOnce I could see, Now I am blindDon't want the dreams you try to sellThis disease I give to myself

How does it feel?SuckSuck SuckHow does it feel?Suck Suck Suck

She makes it sweeter than the sunI get to tight, I come undoneI bow my head to confessThe temple walls are made of fleshRuns up my arms 'til I'm on trackItches my skin right off my backI'll heal your wounds, I'll set you freeI'm Jesus Christ on ecstasy

How does it feel?Suck Suck SuckHow does it feel?

A thousand lips, A thousand tonguesA thousand throats,A thousand lungsA thousand ways to make it trueI want to do terrible things to youHow does it feel?

Written by ATKINS, MARTIN CLIVE / BARKER, PAUL G. / RIEFLIN, WILLIAM FREDRICK / REZNOR, MICHAEL TRENTPublished by Universal Music Publishing Group, THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY